19 years is a warm winter. 18 years of light snow, snowy time, snowflakes as promised, throughout the winter, fell several decent snow. The winter in the north, no snowfall, seems to be a lot less fun. Some people say that dry winter wet year under. After the waxing and waning, the solar year of 20 years January 6 afternoon, at first it was not small rain, has been a day and night in advance of the nourishment of Xudu Liancheng, under the down, the temperature plummeted, it fell snow scattering, and then dandruff, as if God is also grim-faced some anxious. By dusk, snowflakes pulling cotton wool, pulling goose feathers, fluttering, from the sky, the earth wrapped up like.
The first time I've ever seen a woman in a car, I've seen a woman in a car, and I've seen a woman in a car.
There are driving a car walking on the side of the road, cell phone camera passed "you there snow? In the face of the cold you are not afraid of the gentle voice of the female singer, and the camera on the roadside parked on the roof of the car has been with the snow in a row of cars, as well as the car over the top of the tree glued to the snowflakes, a very beautiful look.
There are also poetic poets, see the scene. For example, the Qinhuang hometown of the "dusk see snow": "sitting alone in the dusk snow, no one trail white into clothes. Who would like to walk in the footprints for fear of not being able to return in the coming year." Xudu snow scene, probably too beautiful, so that the guest poet "straight to Hangzhou as Bianzhou". There is also no culture, wrote a limerick: "Look at this snowy scenery is as beautiful as a picture, I would like to recite a poem to the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Under the snow at the square, someone with a child, looking at the snow scene, fell on the two wrestling, leaving a series of footprints. Out of goodwill, she sent a circle of friends to tell everyone that the correct posture of walking in the snowy days, like the penguins in Antarctica, do not put your hands in your pockets, but carefully half-extended, walking small steps, the buttocks are best twisted and turned, with the waist of the force. As for the main road, snowflakes accompanied by rain, has become dirty slush, is the result of the car pressure people step on, do not walk in the low-lying places, may be stepping into the puddle, wet shoes and socks, with their own hot feet to warm dry.
Such a memorable snow, I am not willing to be lonely, write down this moment, and wrote a few lines of jingle: "goose feathers flying in the sky, into the night since the disappearance. But listen to the wind roar, do not realize the broken window hole."
Two
It's snowing, the sky is falling, the elves in general, can not help but let me think of.
18 years of winter snow and 19 years of spring snow, come a little more diligent. When it snows, I always want to go outside. In the park, by the river, near my house, I often go for a walk. Wearing a thick down jacket, wearing thick cotton shoes, with the hood wrapped around the head, hands in the pocket, to enjoy the quiet scenery.
Snow, heaven and earth a cold, look, white is snow, black is leaves and water, gray is the sky. Most of the people, are nestled in the home, or hosted in the workplace. Walking to the more empty place, the feeling is quiet, as if time is also frozen in general.
In fact, I think the earth after the silver, not too cold. Walking on a stretch of road, the body is warm, indescribable comfort. First of all, the feet are hot, and then the back is hot, and then the hands are hot. I couldn't help but grab a ball of snow, hold it in my hand, and watch it drip into water, quite a good attempt. The hands were freezing cold, and after the limit, they slowly warmed up again. Want to yell twice, and fear of scaring the birds in the forest and the fish in the water, so I just casually think about walking, very comfortable.
Back to the residence, in the circle of friends posted a poem and an article. The name of the poem "Wing snow", because they do not know how to write poems, afraid of ridicule, and can not help but want to write and want to send, it is accompanied by "funny version of the anonymous" a few words. The poem was written on January 5, 18th. The poem was written on January 5, 18th. The content is: "step on the snow creaking, trip snow rustling, skiing prickly, holding the snow ticking. All over the place white puff, near and far black, hot and steaming, all around cold and clear."
Wrote these, think not funny enough, and then made up a paragraph. Original: "Snow two days, empty empty monk to Xuanxuan Taoist said: such a good place, when the poem. Xuanxuan said: snow poetry land wood, miscellaneous feelings but some. Empty sky monk said: so also good, quickly said. Xuanxuan Taoist anus shrinking abdomen, slowly chanting to: life when for the leftover leisure, death is also a bear. Still think of Han Xin, refused to return to the field. After listening to the empty empty monk, stroked his palm and laughed: really interesting! Instead of bullshit, why not drink tea and play chess to go, not better? Xuanxuan said: where to go ah? Empty empty monk said: this do not know, Garriton University idle people quite a lot, go there."
Now there is a sense of classmates in the group did not have much movement, but also think of a Han students, "door three feet high" of the language, intended to liven up the atmosphere, and poked fun at someone also. It is to have a poem and an article above. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it!
Three
I was born in the countryside, generations of farmers. Originally, it was like an obscure weed, but I love poetry, literature and ancient books. When I was in junior high school, I read "Dream of the Red Chamber", the old writing, wasted a lot of effort to finish reading a book. Later bought two different versions of "Dream of Red Mansions", in the old family hut, often read.
The impression that always lingers in the mind is the snow scene inside. The snow, inside the characters, put on a thick snow cloak, and then connected to each other hot wine, enjoy the snow, write poems. Snow, it will be New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve lively, Jia Baoyu can also hold his sister Lin's hand, ask her cold. Red face more thin life, some people happy and some people sad. Baoyu after the examination, leaving the red dust to practice. In the snow and wind, he said goodbye to his father, and from then on he was free and unattached.
On a snowy day, Wang Anshi wrote, "A few plums in the corner, open alone in the cold. The first thing you need to know is that it is not the snow, but the dark scent." Liu Zongyuan wrote "thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, ten thousand paths of the people trail extinction. Lonely boat Demoiselle Weng, fishing alone in the cold river snow". Winter snow is cold, everything is silent. But some people, temperament is not extinguished, see through time and space, the spirit of purity passed on to future generations.
In the snowy days, the great man Mao Zedong also wrote "Qinyuanchun - snow": "The scenery of the North, a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow. Looking at the Great Wall inside and outside, but the rest of Mangmang; River up and down, lost. The mountains dance with silver snakes, the original wax elephants, and want to try to compete with the heavens. Must be sunny, see the red dress, enchanting. The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to compete. The Qin Emperor and Han Wu, a little less elegant; Tang Zong and Song Zu, a little less popular. A generation of pride, Genghis Khan, only know how to bend the bow to shoot a big eagle. All gone, the number of people, but also look at the present day." Atmospheric, ancient and modern, rare works of God.
Four
17 years of winter, driving a newly purchased long bucket minivan, go to work.
I remember that it is Yuxiu Road near the vegetable market, an old building on the street, a door factory to a customer to replace the old interior door, I am the installer.
When I went to the first day in the afternoon, the sky was gray and cold with snowflakes. The next day, downstairs, the bucket, the head, covered with a layer of thick snow. I thought about not going, but in order to live, or bite the teeth and go out.
Outside the road accumulated a layer of thick snow, because the temperature is too low, the car crushed, people trampled on, it became very hard and smooth.
I drove the car on the main road, moving slowly forward, the average speed of ten yards per hour. Some of the people on the trams, fearing that the curbs would be too slippery, ran right into the middle of the road.
Not out of a short distance, there is a car stalled, or a side slip. There are also trams with people, rip, fell on their backs, wheels askew.
I drove fearfully, despite the snail's pace, afraid of a sudden accident. Because I found that the wheels are low-grade, right, and do not put slippery, and the brakes are lighter, but also not very useful. I regretted going out. In the flat road, even so, if it is uphill or downhill? I can't imagine.
There were very few cars on the road. The nearest car in front of me, but also in the fifty meters away. However, when passing through a neighborhood, a motorized two-wheeler ran into the front of my car. He did not honestly take the non-motorized road, just walk in the middle of the road, a careless, fell down.
I heart thumped, bad. The car was in the middle of the road, and then fell down. Originally walked slowly enough, I intermittent light braking. The man who fell and the car, just in front of me one twenty meters, he has not yet climbed up, push the car to the side. My car, at the right headlight, was stalking him and his car, moving forward a few meters. It was a terrible feeling.
The good thing is, the car's power has been minimized, and the ground is relatively smooth and thick, people did not have a little thing. His tram rear wheel fender rotted a little, he stood up, I also rushed out of the car, asked him how it is. He said, "It's okay, it's not your fault, and the car is fine, so let's go our own way!
Looking at him on the tram and go, I turned around and went back. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! When I got home and checked, the right lamp was not broken, but the shell was a little deformed.
I went upstairs and the first thing I did was to send a friend's message about my accident, telling everyone who was driving that the road was too slippery in such icy weather, so it was best not to go out.
V
Snow, in the eyes of the observer, has a poetic beauty. Whether there is no deeper culture, snow, always make people feel inexplicably happy. It, down in the city, washed away the dirt in the air; down in the countryside, "this winter wheat cover three layers of quilt, the next year pillow buns sleep."
Snow is seen as a symbol of auspiciousness.
This reminds me of the winter when I was in elementary school. We wore old cotton jackets, cotton pants, cotton shoes. The jacket and pants are not easy to set once, so they are often made slightly larger than the actual, so that at least two years do not have to dismantle the re-set. Generally, there is only one set of such thick clothes, and in the cold months, they are worn almost every day, month after month. After a long time, lice were born. There is no way to wash, under the kerosene lamp, in front of the coal stove, with a hand to look inside the place where the needle and thread, to catch lice, caught, thrown directly into the red coal eyes, beeping for a lifetime, cooked into the ash.
We longed for snow. One night, the north wind whistling, the next day before getting up, asked his parents whether it snowed. The glass, because the temperature difference is too large, has long been hung with colorful patterns. So, under the snow or not, do not go out can not see. If my parents say, it's snowing. My sister and I will hurry to get up. Full yard of snow white, shaking people's eyes, eaves, hanging cone-shaped frozen Ling.
Frozen Ling crystal clear, long and short, some of the size of the frozen in a piece. On the way to school, the tung tree, poplar tree, the branches are also frozen on a layer of thin ice, the tips of the branches on the fluffy. The shallow ditch between the dirt road and the wheat field, the snow is particularly thick, accidentally stepped in, knee-deep, crawled and rolled out of the leg, the neck of the foot and the gap between the cotton shoes, stuffed with snow, to take off the shoes, pouring, the snow does not melt into water ice feet.
The white world. We can catch snow eggs, running and smashing each other, fooling around. The first thing you need to do is to get a little bit of a ball and roll it around. The first tuan a small ball, rolling rolling, on the big. Several children, you a foot, he a foot, kicking and rolling forward. To the school, we skate on the often walked path, a person, a skate, can cut out a meter or two away, fell and caught, do not know the pain. Either that, or two students, one left and one right, pulling another squatting student to paddle forward.
To the home, near the neighborhood children a few, on the fight to pile up the snowman. Big belly, round head, dig two eyes, dig mouth, press a nose, carrot head most like. There is a strange, grabbed the other who's locomotive hat, quickly put on the snowman.
Snow, sparrows, white-headed birds, and so on, can not find food. So, they go and pick up the loose food left over from the pigs, dogs and chickens. Don't try to catch them, before you can get close, they will all fly away with a bang. When you go far away, they fly to the ground again.
In the snow, bicycle tracks, human footprints, and the dog's plum footprints, sparrows and such a word paw prints, occasionally visible. You look at this infinitely large white paper, but also want to write something. There is nothing to write, people, mouth, hands, or a learned poem, the most attractive, is to use a finger or short stick, wrote: so-and-so is a dog.